As your loved ones they place Heavy stones on your face Your sonnets of life They are filling the case High windows inside me Look down on your face
Übersetzung: Pretty Things. Death.
together The God of comfort will comfort me and comfort others, a suffering shouldn?t keep us from loving on our brothers We had a sentence of death within
: Uhh.. dear Mr. President Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, s**t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around
you get Is not the one you want Then you begin to plot somebody's death Thinking Oh, your pretty baby won't know Oh, Your pretty babe Maybe another
cause you overqualified I'm feeling like hustling Tired of the foodstamps and budgeting Running in so much work with school buzzing in God, and I risk the only things
: The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has
all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love. You know, it's funny how things never turn out the way you had 'em planned. The only thing
truth. We changed things. Bringin' somethin' new that's everlasting. I'm a keep it real. It's next to nothin'! Doin' the same thing 'cause less creating
death Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor neck back You make sure my pretty
say she fine and pretty And the country boys say she fine and purtay My pockets thick and green as curry And the ladies know soon as they see my jewelry If being fresh to death
ll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair He'll never walk again, on the strength of me Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me Cannot run, hit wit
Wha'mn, yu nuh si yuh, brown skin Pretty face, Eve comin at you like Bumba, see you waist Slim nice and round thing, momma say what a disgrace Mumma
one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out Then I can get rid of the pack But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that Uh, down-shiftin
: (feat. Wigs) [Chorus: Ellie] Where do I begin To tell you all the things I feel when you're with me? The day we met I knew I'd fall so easily You
: (feat. Trife Da God, The Willie Cottrell Band) [Intro: Ghostface Killah] God's woman... what's going on? I know things seem messed up sometime You
They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out Then I can get rid of the pack but I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with
: Step one, I ask your name And Play it off like I'm not scared to death I think YOu're different somehow No, you don't seem like all the rest These
